see you next tuesday

First, can I say that your comments today are just fabulous. You are just amazing, big hearted, gorgeous women. We are so all on the same page. For those who just got here, you'll have to read the previous post. I happen to think the original article that Anonymous referred to (in her comment: it's gotta be a female) is quite good.

And I've noticed: I'm down at least one follower today. Perhaps more: if I got two new ones, and lost three. I seem to have offended someone in Detroit (see comments, 'lace'), by saying I assume that Anonymous is neither attractive, nor fit. I'm making that assumption based on a lifetime of experience: people that hurt others always feel less than: less attractive, less 'fit', whatever. Of course, we'll never know, because Anonymous isn't talking. I'm just making a calculated guess, based on experience.

The crazy thing is: while I, personally, am OLD AS THE HILLS, the girl in question in the post is not. She is young. So it's a ridiculous argument in the first place.

Personally, I don't like 'cute' as a rule: even as a six year old my style was very plain, not tomboyish.. okay, a bit tomboyish. Simple. Given the choice, at any age, of a rack of dresses, I always went for the cleanest lines. Which is a lot of what made Jackie Kennedy, or even Audrey Hepburn - certainly, Kate Hepburn - style icons. We all get it: not too much girly stuff. Cute, but not too cute. Dress it up, dress it down. These days, it's a question of balance. We get the drill.



I just feel - as you all clearly do, too - that everyone has a right to dress how they please. It takes confidence, and a degree of sophistication, to break the rules. Not to be weird for the sake of it -or to get noticed and photographed for a street style blog (and those are the ones I DON'T shoot) - but to be true to your own definition of 'truth'.

Case in point: I really like this girl's look. Saw her last week outside the cinema and shot quickly as I ran in to see a FABULOUS film: Please Give. If it's in a cinema near you, please don't waste time reading the rest of this post, or commenting. Just go see it. Now.



Ever since I first met Jennifer of Style East, or Jennifer East, as I now call her, back at Jackie's birthday bash @ the Orangery, (style east: we come in peace), I've been really in the mood for little white cotton tee shirts with words on them. I've got lots o'white tees, but none with words, apart from my Camp Birchwood tee from when I was 12, and that's blue. I'm thinking of taking an indelible black Sharpee to one of them and scribbling my own, but I don't know what to say. (A first for me). Any suggestions?



BTW: I'm pretty sure that girl in the top shots outside the cinema isn't English. I say that because, as Mr. Dot would be the first to tell you, in England, the phrase 'see you next Tuesday' isn't actually very polite. I'm not gonna spell it out, but you do the math.

I'm in such a chilled mood today! Just loving this endless summer feeling. Thinking of what to pack - and then, unpack - as my goal this summer is to travel as light as humanly possible. Just want to swim and swim and swim. And swim some more.